Nightlife of the Party!

First off, Happy Everything! Now onto business.

So I took a nap in the middle of a party today.

Literally. I didn’t move to a more covert location. I just stretched out on the couch and made good on half-lidded promises.

I asked my Mom later what people said and how they took it.

People talk. I know they do. I still expect to see and be seen even if I’m not conscious at the time.

It’s hard having to set trends and not know how the masses are going to take them.

Plus shuteye photographs provocatively so I won’t be surprised if my clumsy mug shows up on the gossip equivalent of some family blogging sites some time soon.

One of the hosts’ kids confronted me later saying, “Hey. What happened?”

Oh, I don’t know. I can’t help that I rock so hard with my constant snacking and TV flipping that I reach a climax known as utter and total exhaustion.

It’s pretty intense. I wouldn’t recommend it for those with dignity or any sense of decorum though.

Have That Piñata On My Desk By 5 PM Sharp!

Zommgggg, you guys.

(Tangential note: Sometimes I’m unclear on whether I’m more excited to experience things because I get to blog about them, or whether I blog about things to process the experience better.

Which inevitably reminds me of this super-dupes quote I read yesterday from a strategy+business interview with computer and communications industry “court jester” Esther Dyson, “The reality is, people don’t go online to give attention, but to get it. They don’t want to be part of the audience. They want to perform and to be heard, to be present.”

*pensive moment that gets cut short by a sneeze*

Regardless, I am the annoying fool trying to get a cellphone picture of the seven-layer dip being served in delicate shooter glasses because its need to be photographed outweighs my hesitance in capturing it.)

Last night, as the culmination of a work conference, there was a closing celebration at the National Air & Space Museum.

Yeah, the whole museum was rented out for the entire evening. *giddy-shriek-into-a-sober-faint*

So, somehow, at some point, when I must have been possessed by the ghost of a tube top or something, I contemplated not going to this optional event. Then I realized it could be my very own version of Night at the Museum, or more like Night at the Booze-um, am I right?! Smithsonian party with an open bar! *snork snork* Just kidding. I’m classier than all that. You just might not realize it at first.

So I went. All set for recap takeoff?!

Planes: Check.


More Planes: Check.


Rockets: Check.


And 3…2…1…BLAST OFF!!!

(So basically, the levels of fun were enough to launch a rocket into outer space and fuel it all the way back.)

Here were the top THREE highlights:

1. The food and beverages. This, as always, was one of my main preoccupations (Whatever! It was for cave people too. Leave me in drooling peace.)

Here’s a taste of what was offered: Cherry tomato and mozzarella caprese served individually in slender tiny shooter glasses! Sliders! Cheese & cracker assortment! Beet salad with goat cheese! West Indian butternut squash curry with saffron rice! Mushroom tart “a la mode” with creme fraiche (saddest part(y) of night: One guy dropped his on the floor)! Three-cheese truffle mac & cheese in these dainty mini-mugs (which I saw one man attempting to “drink”)!

Caeser salad served in little thimbles just like in an interplanetary fairytale!


It was a zoo at first just trying to get my food. I think one custom people from all over the world share is any of us would happily elbow someone in the face to get to the last veggie pot sticker.

Drinks were a choice of juices, sodas, wines, waters, or beers! (The drinks are always popular. I had one, but I forgot it outside the flight simulators, which don’t allow open containers, I wonder why. More about that in a second.)

And then, at the least opportune moment (i.e., in the company of people of good breeding), I discovered the dessert table. It was near the moon rock the entire time! Mini-raspberry-chocolate-tarts, mini-lemon-tarts, mini-chocolate-mousse-parfait, and the mini-cupcakes! Oh the universality of it all!


Helicopter-shaped cookies! They had a whole assortment in fact (rockets and fighter jets too. And they were actually delicious. No fondant-cardboard taste…)! And pure milk chocolate airplane lollipops!

I tried to salvage one of each, and ended up causing irreparable damage to my fleet by the time they reached their final destination. My fighter jet lost a cockpit. My jumbo jet lost the tip of a wing (aileron included). My rocket lost a fin. And my helicopter lost its entire main rotor.


2. Riding on a flight simulator with my co-worker. She was a fighter jet pilot. I was the gunner. I think by the end of the simulation, neither of us felt like we had any control, even though the simulation was nice enough to tell us we had gotten “2 hits,” whatever that meant.

We went upside down a lot, and I couldn’t keep it together at all with our legs dangling above our heads.

Plus, we both had to pee really bad before we got on the ride and the safety belt applied generous pressure directly to our bladders’ sweet spots the entire time.

Though I do have to say, riding in a fighter jet with a colleague, or rather, fake-riding in a fake-fighter jet with a colleague, makes for a very real bonding experience. It was the equivalent of 10,000 trust falls.

3. People cutting all sorts of rugs in front of the live music stage, which was set up in front of the Lunar Landing Module. How, dare I say, out of this world?!

Early on…

When the lights got low…


I don’t know what it is, but take a cover band and an open dance floor, and even the most orthodox 9-to-5 types will loosen up their ties, fluff up their shoulder pads, and start bringin’ back moves from before rhythmic movement was invented.

Seeing co-workers dance is a gift with no return policy. That’s all I’ll say about that.

But seeing office workers who are strangers dance is a gift that needs to be visually documented. Unfortunately, most of them were shimmyin’ faster than shutter speed.

At one point, I became part of some sort of dance inner circle of departmental colleagues, and was forcibly dragged into the middle in order to “show ’em what I got” (as is a savage custom in many otherwise civilized human cultures).

Luckily, my survival skills kicked in, and I just made a beeline straight for the other side of the circle. Then, when I was unceremoniously denied entrance back into the circumference, I ricocheted back toward from whence I originally came, staying true to my socially awkward pinball roots. Also, I used some of this after-school special tip: Never let ’em see you cry!

Here is a general photo of some people dancing, just to give you an idea (but turn the figurative heat up about five notches in your head):

photo courtesy of Flickr and phunkstarr

Anyway, the night in all was a pretty sweet time if you’re into boldly partying where no man or woman has partied before, or whatever.

(Disclaimer: It’s an expression. I realize people have partied both at the Smithsonian and in outer space before, but thanks for being sticklers.)

Wii All Love Karaoke, Don’t Wii?

I hope and trust that everybody had a good New Year’s Eve and Day consisting of parties and/or staying in, plus ball drop (titter, but seriously, poor Dick Clark. What did he ever do to anybody?!).

I went to not one, but two New Year’s parties. I don’t say this to act popular, but merely to emphasize the fact of the phenomenon I witnessed at two different engagements. Furthermore, I cross-corroborated my findings with a friend this morning, and she said she also experienced this very same form of hoopla.

What is this social burden of which I do not type?

Why, karaoke-inspired video games, to be sure! Specifically Rock Band, American Idol, Guitar Hero, and any other sort of ilk that makes people who don’t know you want to not know you even more, or if they do know you, they then proceed to regret it severely.

I am even sorrier to say that instead of participating in any singing activities or drumming on plastic plates (fascinating), I instead hoarded cheese and provided extremely muted back up vocals to all the games at hand, whether there was singing involved or not.

photo courtesy of Flickr and justephens
Hate mingling at parties? Try singing emotionally in front of total strangers and/or playing an instrument you have never mastered! Throw in some dance moves you are unqualified to do, and you’re golden!!

People really get into that singing though. There was twirling and whirling; patting one’s hip to keep rhythm; holding one’s ear closed to get pitch; and some real sassy hats (onscreen only). Needless to say, I was very much out of my league. Especially when Simon, Paula, and Randy would start judging with their vacant, vapid, CG-eyes. No, thank you! I don’t need my self-esteem battered further by a computer program.

To make matters far worse, my showing in Taboo was a hot mess. Emphasis on pathetic. Throw in a bit of flustered eyerolls and throwing up hands in disgusted air. I almost left the party at that point, tongue in cheek.

Here’s a resolution for 2010, for whatever it’s worth (on EBay). Improve my skills at party games.

I did win a round of Bingo, with mild cheating. Spicy!

I’ve Got a Kitsch to Scratch

Firsties, come to this if you can/could/perhaps!

TOP SHELF @ SOLLY’S U-STREET TAVERN
Where: 1942 11th St NW, WDC
Tonight @ 9pm
Hosted with grandiose commentary by Hampton & Aparna

Featuring
LISA FINE (marvel)
MIKE WAY (mastermind)
JEFF MAURER (virtuoso)
WILL HESSLER (powerhouse)
RYAN CONNER (prodigy)
MIKAEL JOHNSON (genius)

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So today at work we had our holiday party! And because our party planning committee is fun and outgoing, they made us play a little mingle-jingle game wherein one of them stuck the name of a notable person on your back, and then you had to ask people around you questions to try and guess who the mystery celebrity was.

Look who I got!

NO, just look!
I KNOWwwwwwWWWWWuh. And no, it wasn’t a coincidence, but that’s cute that you thought that.

Also, boyfie and I actually did take a photo in LA. It was of a time travel store!! Well no, I’m not sure exactly what it carried as we didn’t have the foresight to go inside. I realize, in retrospect (sans time machine *sigh*), that this was a poorly made decision.

Lastly, at the kiddie school where I rehearse sometimes, I found this rendition of the President-elect. Technicolor! How jazzy! There was an entire series, but this one was my favorite.

Bring Your Own Rufies

So I got this Evite! Who doesn’t like getting a nice Evite? I hate responding to them though, or taking any direct action with them whatsoever, because then the pressure kicks in to “show up” and “look nice” and act in other responsible adult capacities.

This particular Evite is different though. Because it’s from people I do not know. I’ve gotten Evites from people I don’t really know directly before, but this time, I can’t even figure out who I know who knows these people. I just straight up don’t know who these people are except that they are fellow yoo-mans in this big, wide world who also enjoy weekend festivities. It’s not a big, clubby, clown-car party either where the hoped-for outcome is to jam as many gyrating bodies as possible into a given urban space. It’s a private affair with chandelier earrings and well-lighted digital glamera opportunities.

So rather than foolhardily thinking I’m popular, I’m erring on the side of extreme caution, as my primary superpower is gullibility. I would go so far as to say I distinctly foreshadow-smell a Carrie-type incident. In fact, my suspicions are confirmed by the fact that the event is PROM-themed. Ha! “Maybe” next time, ladies (no seriously, I have a time conflict)!

No, thanks. I still suffer from Post-Promatic Stress Disorder from the first time around.
photo courtesy of Flickr and enkrates

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Also remember how I moved into a different office? No? It’s ok. You may still continue reading. Well, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but lots of my fellow employees changed offices at the same time. Our entire company was scrambled in its local geography. So today we have a walking tour to orient ourselves with our former neighbors’ new locations. With refreshments might I add! Dang yes, I’m excited! An afternoon stroll, and I don’t even have to exit the building and can leave my security card at my desk (not actually though)? Yes please!

The one thing lacking in this walking tour will be superb examples of moss growth. But one can hope!
photo courtesy of Flickr and SqueakyMarmot

P.S. I found an ad in the paper this morning for free bunion surgery granted you participate in a foot pain research study, for which you also get compensated! I’m telling you, guys. It doesn’t get any better.